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Rhythm Veronica

Creed: World’s Strongest

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.
Basil_Chaway · 10.4K Views

THE CHOOSEN ONES

In the glittering, snake-infested court of Ignis, where power was a double-edged sword and loyalty a rare gem, Selanthia Amaris Nyxveil stood as a legend cloaked in infamy. Known by many names—*The Hound of the Emperor*, **The Cursed Sword*, **The Witch of Nyxveil*, and *The Abandoned One*—she was a weapon forged by duty and sharpened by betrayal. For forty long years, she served as the Emperor’s blade, cutting down threats to the throne with ruthless precision. Yet, behind the cold steel and the icy gaze, Selanthia harbored no love for the crown or the vipers who surrounded it. She was a woman bound by fate, not choice. At 48, weary of the endless machinations of the court, Selanthia chose to retire. With no family to call her own, she left behind the gilded cage of Ignis for the simplicity of the countryside. Her dreams were modest: to bake sweet treats, tend to chickens, lose herself in books she’d never had time to read, and find solace in the quiet rhythm of church prayers. A peaceful, ordinary life—a stark contrast to the blood-stained path she had walked for decades. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Just 28 hours into her newfound tranquility, Selanthia’s life was brutally cut short. Poisoned and attacked in the dead of night, she breathed her last beneath a cold, uncaring sky. Her final thoughts were not of vengeance or regret for the life she had led, but of the life she had never known. She wished for love, for a kind and handsome partner, for children whose laughter might have filled the void in her heart. She wished she had never taken up the sword, that she might have written a different ending to her tale. Yet, death was not the end. Selanthia awoke not in the afterlife but in a world both familiar and strange. Perched high in a cherry blossom tree, she was greeted by the voice of Rina, her long-dead confidante. Now, thrust into a bewildering new reality, Selanthia must unravel the threads of this strange second chance. Is this a cruel jest of the gods, a dream spun from her dying regrets, or something far more sinister? And why, of all people, THAT MAN—who disappeared without a word— is acting all weird? As the petals of the cherry blossoms fall around her, Selanthia finds herself caught in a web of mystery, romance, and perhaps, redemption. But in this enchanted new life, where nothing is as it seems, can she unravel the twist of life brought forward by THAT MAN? Or will the shadows of her past rise to claim her once more?
Erlyyy · 5.1K Views

Echoes of Rain

The Echoes of Rain is a poignant tale that explores the depths of human connection and the power of healing in unexpected places. Amara, a woman haunted by the ghosts of her past, finds solace in the familiar rhythm of the city and the comforting patter of raindrops. For her, the rain is a melancholy companion, a reminder of loves lost and dreams that have withered away like flowers deprived of sunlight. On a dreary evening, as she navigates the bustling train station, her umbrella slips from her grasp, rolling down the aisle as if fate itself has intervened. It is then that she encounters Noah, a stranger whose warm presence and effortless charm immediately disarm her. With a gentle smirk and a twinkle in his deep brown eyes, he retrieves her fallen umbrella, extending it to her with a casual heroism that catches her off guard. Despite her initial hesitation, Amara finds herself drawn to Noah's quiet confidence and genuine interest in her life. As the train carries them through the city, their conversation flows like a gentle stream, touching on shared passions for literature, music, and the beauty found in life's unplanned moments. When Amara confesses her complicated relationship with the rain, Noah listens without judgment, offering a simple reassurance that perhaps the right kind of rain could change her perspective. Their paths separate as abruptly as they converged, but the encounter leaves an indelible mark on Amara's soul. As she walks home, the rain no longer feels like a burden but a cleansing force, washing away the layers of grief and regret that have weighed her down for far too long. Fate intervenes once more when Amara unexpectedly encounters Noah at a cozy coffee shop, his presence as warm and inviting as the aroma of freshly brewed beans. This time, she doesn't hesitate to accept his invitation to join him, and their connection deepens as they peel back the layers of their pasts. Noah reveals the pain of his father's abandonment and his mother's unwavering strength in the face of adversity. Amara, in turn, confides her own struggles, the rain serving as a poignant metaphor for the memories that have haunted her for years. In each other's company, they find a safe haven, a place where their burdens can be shared and their souls can breathe freely. As their friendship blossoms into something deeper, Amara begins to see the world through a new lens. The rain that once represented sorrow now symbolizes rebirth and renewal, each droplet a reminder of the resilience that has carried her through life's storms. And in Noah's embrace, she finds the courage to confront the demons of her past, finally allowing herself to let go of the pain that has held her captive for far too long. In a poetic twist of fate, the story culminates in a rainstorm that washes away the last remnants of Amara's grief, leaving her standing in the downpour, face upturned to the heavens, arms outstretched in a silent embrace of the very thing that once haunted her. It is in this moment that she realizes the true power of love and connection, and the transformative nature of healing that can occur when two souls find each other in the most unexpected of places. The Echoes of Rain is a breathtaking exploration of the human spirit, a testament to the resilience that lies within us all, and a reminder that even in our darkest moments, the possibility of hope and renewal exists, if only we have the courage to open our hearts and let the rain in.
Zephyr07 · 3.7K Views

fallen princess :farming in the mountains

In a captivating tale of redemption and resilience, a fallen princess finds herself thrust into an unfamiliar world after a mysterious journey through time. Stripped of her royal status and the luxuries of palace life, she awakens in a rustic mountain village, surrounded by lush greenery and towering peaks. Embracing her new life, she learns the art of farming, forging a deep connection with the land and its people. As she tends to crops and livestock, she discovers an inner strength and resourcefulness she never knew she possessed. Stripped of her former wealth, she faces challenges that teach her invaluable lessons about perseverance and grit. Each day in the village brings new hurdles, from unpredictable weather to learning the intricacies of sustainable farming, but she meets them with determination and a growing sense of purpose. This newfound simplicity offers her profound wisdom, teaching her the value of hard work, community, and nature’s rhythms. The villagers, initially skeptical of the former princess, begin to see her dedication and spirit. She shares her knowledge of herbal remedies and innovative farming techniques, helping the community thrive and fostering a sense of unity among them. Through her transformative journey, the once-pampered princess not only redefines her own identity but also inspires those around her. She organizes festivals celebrating the harvest, bringing joy and laughter back to the village. The princess learns that true richness comes not from material wealth but from the bonds of friendship and the satisfaction of nurturing life. As the seasons change, so does her understanding of nobility. She realizes that true nobility lies not in title but in character and the courage to forge a new path. With each passing day, she builds a legacy rooted in resilience and kindness, proving that even the most unlikely individuals can rise from hardship to create a life filled with purpose and abundance. In her heart, she knows she has transformed from a princess of privilege into a true leader of her community, rich in spirit and love.
synthetic_writing · 661 Views

The Next General

"Have you heard of him?" A small boy tugged at a woman's skirt, his tiny finger pointing at the large portrait of a man clad in a minister’s robe. "Shhh! Don’t say its name!" The woman hushed him, glancing around anxiously. She knew the boy was only curious about the drawing, yet the inscription beside it spoke of someone else entirely. Still, the credit had been given to the man in the portrait. "Why?" "We just... don’t say it." "Are you talking about The Next General?" A man dressed as a scholar interjected, inserting himself into the conversation. "Everyone is talking about it. After a hundred years, it has returned. I can't decide whether that fills me with hope or dread." His words were meant to impress, to showcase his knowledge, but the woman only tightened her grip on the boy, scooped him up, and hurried away like a hunted animal sensing danger. The scholar let out a single sharp laugh. "A chaotic rhythm… and marvellously extraordinary times are upon us," he murmured, before turning and walking away. --- Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real events is purely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by the characters do not necessarily reflect those of the author. This book contains content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ------- Author-Sama is here with another one, been planning this for quite a while but laziness and procrastination keeps holding me down but now I am free. Here is another exciting historical novel, please enjoy.
RainhaAsha · 18.5K Views

The 13th Kingdom: Reincarnation

That Time They Reincarnated a Rapper.   The 13th Kingdom: Reincarnation is a Western take on the Eastern isekai genre, where soul-stirring combat and skills meet the raw grit of artistry. Xiro Mikazuki isn’t your typical overpowered hero. Reborn on the planet Gaia, he’s a former musician, a soul battered by the grind of failed dreams and corporate greed. Now, he’s thrust into a world where power flows through magical arts, and the rhythm of battle is as much about creativity as it is about dominance. In this world, M-Cees (Mana Controllers) harness mana to perform Mana Arts and Skills. Xiro isn’t just reincarnated—he’s redefined. Armed with a Sonata Soul Core and two rare Vessel Skills—[Moon Sage: Tsukuyomi] and [Midnight Star: Belial]—he begins his climb in a society that worships Godwalkers, magical prodigies who inspire devotion and followers like rock stars. Every skill he learns, every clash he faces, is like mastering a new track in his personal magnum opus—a relentless pursuit of both power and identity in a world where survival demands constant improvisation. Can he conquer his new exoplanet home and create his own personal heaven, or will he follow the request of The Creator, and destroy the Prime Realm System? What to expect: - A Love Letter to Hip-Hop, Anime, and Fantasy Games. (Warning: 4k to 7k words a chapter) - Overpowered male MC who becomes the strongest using his wits and knowledge. - Fights! This is a combat-heavy series. It does get gory and dark. - Deep lore and worldbuilding. - Use of AAVE - An urban interaction with many of the familiar tropes and situations of Isekai & Eastern Fantasy. - A long adventure involving many solo, group, and army battles, kingdom-building, and interesting characters to root for or against. - Romance & mature themes play a heavy role in certain chapters. - Each Chapter shares a Title with a Song. (Links to the songs can be found at the end of each chapter.) - Quality over quantity. (Guarantee weekly drop. Helps allow time for editing.) Patreon.com/CreativeZoneComics - Read ahead a week when you join for free or one of the support tiers. 10 chapter advancement, bonus chapters, artwork, character design, and a community chat with more to come can be found here. Learn more about Gaia and the Prime Realm System with behind-the-scene insight and posts and access to the publicly released chapters a day early. - Weekly Chapter Release: Every Thursday - Chapters 0 to 31 are released on my Patreon as a thank you to supporters, giving full early access to the entire first book and arc. Join the support tier to avoid the wait.
xmwebster · 11K Views

Gary Michael

In the bustling city of Port Harcourt, where the symphony of technology harmonizes with the rhythm of nature, a young man named Gary Michael embarks on a captivating journey. His fascination with the precision of gears competes with the unrestrained cadence of his athletic pursuits, creating a dance between two worlds. Port Harcourt's neon-lit skyline paints the backdrop for Gary's dreams of a future intertwined with mechatronics. As he envisions a world where circuits orchestrate progress, his footsteps on the track echo his unwavering devotion to the art of motion. Amidst the city's vibrant energy, an unexpected melody enters Gary's life—Jane. She becomes a significant chord in his symphony, a composition where love interlaces with the gears of ambition. Yet, beneath the glowing skyline, Gary's daring proposal to Jane leads to a different verse. Her gentle rejection casts a shadow on the once-bright notes of his ambitions. As the gears of his academic brilliance falter, transitioning from straight A's to haunting C's, Gary faces a crossroads. Heartbreak rewires the very circuits of his being, disrupting the delicate equilibrium between mechatronics and the sprinter's realm. Resilient in the face of adversity, Gary transforms setbacks into a crescendo, propelling him towards a new movement. The track, once a stage of personal conquest, becomes a path of rediscovery. The journey unfolds as a captivating melody, revealing unexpected harmonies in Gary's pursuit of reconciliation between love, ambition, and self-discovery. Port Harcourt anticipates the performance of a lifetime, where the sounds of gears and the rhythm of stride converge to create a masterpiece resonating far beyond the city limits.
Michadek23 · 4.5K Views

Vessel of Shadows

After losing everything, Daron Lamb is consumed by grief and guilt, until he's recruited by the Special Magic Force, an elite unit protecting the balance between magical and non-magical worlds. Together, they uncover a secret organization determined to free the God of Chaos, a force sealed away to protect humanity. As Daron investigates, he uncovers a chilling link between the group and his tragic past. Driven by revenge, he joins forces with his new allies to stop them. But as the truth behind the organization’s motives begins to surface, Daron is forced to confront a disturbing possibility: freeing the God of Chaos, though orchestrated by his enemies, might not bring the destruction he's been led to believe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daron's gaze drifted downward to his chest. Below, the stark contrast of a faint blue light against his white skin caught his eye—a soft glow emanating from his own chest. It softly pulsed, a gentle luminescence that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Baffled, he just sat there for a few moments, observing. As his fingers touched the source of light, he was surprised to find that everything felt normal, as if it had always been this way. It was like nothing had changed at all. Daron's eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed a strange black liquid seeping into the wounds on his chest—a substance like ink, flowing from within him. It moved with purpose, filling the gaps left by the fat butcher and stanching the flow of blood that had painted his skin red. "By the gods," he gasped, the sight both unsettling and miraculous. The black liquid quickly solidified, forming scars as black as the night sky. His eyes remained fixed on the eerie scene, his breath steadying to a normal rhythm. He was a magician now… it felt strange. He didn't feel particularly different. Sure, a mysterious substance had just mended his broken skin, but other than that, he didn't feel like he could do anything… new, anything special. He stretched out his hand, trying to summon a sharp wind to cut down his shackles. Nothing happened. Next, a flame, to burn down his cell. Nothing happened. “Figures,” he said to himself. “Why would it be easy?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For news and feedback, feel free to join the Vessel of Shadows Discord: https://discord.gg/dmCYCKNwx7
wisp_novels · 46.4K Views

War Scars

The drums of war beat a relentless rhythm, echoing across the land and shaping the destinies of three individuals bound together by conflict yet driven by vastly different motivations. Their interwoven and complex stories paint a stark portrait of the human cost of war, shifting perspectives to reveal the brutal truths hidden beneath banners and battle cries. First, we meet Lairia Lights, a 20-year-old knight, the shining beacon of her kingdom. Her name, ironically, reflects the deceptive nature of her reality. Lairia is celebrated as a hero, a symbol of unwavering loyalty and strength. But beneath the polished armor and skilled swordsmanship lies a pawn. Her unwavering devotion to the crown makes her easily manipulated, a weapon wielded by those who prioritize power over principle. She believes in the righteousness of her kingdom’s cause, blindly charging into battles fueled by propaganda and a naive belief in honor. Her narrative is a cautionary tale of blind loyalty. Then there is Aaron Rodgers, an 18-year-old warrior consumed by the fires of revenge. Marked by his race and ostracized by prejudice, Aaron has known hardship since birth. The war has taken everything from him, leaving a burning desire to avenge the injustices inflicted upon his people. Unlike Lairia, Aaron sees the cracks in the kingdom’s facade. He understands the war not as a glorious crusade, but as a brutal land grab fueled by greed and power. His motivations are raw and visceral; he fights not for ideals, but for survival and retribution. His story is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, even in the face of overwhelming adversity. Finally, we encounter Clayton Danks, a 37-year-old veteran warrior, a ghost haunted by the specters of his past. Clayton has seen too much, done too much. The war has stripped him of his innocence, leaving him burdened by the weight of his past mistakes. More profoundly, the war has cost him his family, the loss of his daughter a constant, agonizing reminder of the price of conflict. He grapples with PTSD, struggling to reconcile the man he once was with the broken individual he has become. Clayton’s story serves as a stark warning about the long-term consequences of war, the invisible wounds that fester long after the battles have ended. He represents the forgotten casualties, the veterans left to silently battle their demons while the world moves on. As the war intensifies, the paths of Lairia, Aaron, and Clayton are destined to intersect. Will Lairia’s blind loyalty finally be shattered, forcing her to confront the true nature of her kingdom? Can Aaron find solace beyond revenge, or will his thirst for retribution consume him? And will Clayton ever find peace, or is he doomed to forever wander the desolate landscape of his past?
Air_Beather · 549 Views

After Death She Got Transmigrated!!

“what? She killed her own son?” Whispers like those filled the air, everywhere she walked. “Gosh, what a monster!” All sound suddenly stopped the moment she went into the church, getting on her knees, and closing both hands that shook out of fear, starvation and a bit of something else together. “father… please forgive me.” Her eyes closed, and she pressed her head onto the ground. The wonderful statue that stood Almighty above her shined always. “I beg for your forgiveness dear father.” She said again but this time in a Shaky voice, tears nearly now rolling out her eyes. The door opened and a tall handsome man walked in. That man was her husband, and he looked at her with disgust. “Dakota…” she turned while still being on her knees, her hand reaching for his legs, but then, he moved back. Avoiding her completely. “now you come here for forgiveness?” he nearly scoffed Her eyes widened. Her husband too? She chuckled, tears pricking the side of her eyes. Her beautiful blond hair had became messy, and her complexion turned pale, her finger nails looked like they needed serious manicure. “it… it wasn’t my fault… it wasn’t.” She sobbed, but instead of him comforting her, he only turned his back. She looked up and the door slammed hard, silence staying still with her. “Dakota?” in a weak pleading voice, she called, and after no response, clenched her fists. Why did she have to get punished for what wasn’t even her fault? She sobbed once again, this time, uncontrollably. Her eyes now swelling with tears, and her hands trying to brush them away. It kept on coming. “what have I done for everyone to point hatred to me? Huh?!…”veronica looked down at the knife they usually used for slicing the bread, it seemed they had forgotten it this time. she took the knife, hesitant at first, but after getting deeper into realization that no one was coming to stop her, pressed it against her neck. “everyone has turned their backs on me when I needed them… so,” a smile tainted her lips. “I atone for all, my sins.” Splash!
popply · 11K Views
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